Monday, March 18, 2013

Middle School tanka

Faces echoed backin waves of experience.Light reflected off.transparent and opaqueforced to trust in the future.

-Sanna Chang

I suffer and wait.My concrete tomb clutches me.Relentlessly so.but I will not die today.I will not die today. -Dan Budge How can you forget?The lost; unclaimed; the fallen.Daylight setting on the once flourishing nationnow a crumbling foundation. -Amanda LaBarge

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